Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2018 22:17:25 -0500
From: Armando F
Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 2
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Chapter 2: Brief Thoughts on Briefs.
I returned to my room, still flushed and a little confused about what kept
popping up in my mind, but I chalked it up to horny teenage syndrome. Threw
on some clothes, made a call to some friends, and biked to the park to kill
time. Before I knew it, dusk started to descend, so I quickly biked home to
make sure I didn't miss dinner. This was the first real night we will all
be together again, so I imagine mom has something good planned.
Upon reaching home, I noticed Ben's dads truck parked outside. Probably
dropping off the rest of Ben's junk. Probably needed an entire trip for
whatever Hollister basic shirts alone. Or maybe those briefs... I'd buy him
a truckload of those alone... Wait, did I just think that? Armando, stop
being weird...
"Oh honey, there you are," Mom smiled at me, "dinner is almost ready. Ben,
did you wanna tell your brother the good news?"
I look at Ben, slouched on the couch, excitingly swinging a pair of keys in
his hand. "Yeah Army, my dad gave me his old truck! Now I can go and take
chicks wherever I want!"
"Ahem!" Mom coughed loudly, "Well you have to actually pass your drivers
test first, Ben... And even then, Ben, no screwing in your truck. Those
stains are hard to clean out..."
"Gross mom, stop!" Ben and I retorted, both disgusted by our mothers sense
of humor. Shes a sweet and caring person, a hard working single mother, but
I think only having boys has corrupted her sometimes. Or maybe she was
always like this and we never got her jokes till now.
Mom made chicken alfredo, delicious as usual, and we enjoyed our first
dinner as a nice family... despite some kicks under the table at each other
and thinly veiled insults. Honestly, despite the initial awfulness I felt,
this could be nice. Well, if Ben could keep to himself. But we all knew he
couldn't.
The weekend came and went, and my honeymoon phase faded with it. Ben
immediately set himself in a routine of waking up to torture me, us
insulting each other, throwing more shit, and generally trying to make our
lives miserable. The only respite was watching Ben undress at night, which
my mind would immediately ditch all anger and replaced it with a more
primal urge.
Ben seemed to have gotten all his underwear back from his dad, and being
able to see his body in different shades of sexy fucking briefs drove me up
the wall. I always tried to disguise my staring, but I was starving for
more than just glimpses. Tonight, he gave my mind and my cock a shock to
our system. After removing his jeans again, I discovered the color red, as
though his scarlet briefs had introduced new vibrancy, burning deep within
my loins as the image burned into my mind. But even better, he turned
around, looking for something on the bunk below me, and I saw the dark
trail of delicious hair that led from his belly button to the glory
below. The pouch was nicely filled out, the shape of cock and balls, balls
and cock, cock, balls, dick... Fuck, hunger has taken me.
As if to tease the reveal even further, my brother absent-mindedly reached
down and slipped his hand past the band of temptation, and to the treasure,
fondling, fiddling, finagling with himself. From the eternally too brief
peek into his briefs, I saw a forest of dark hair, but nothing more. But
that glimpse drove me to the edge, I felt my cock making a stain in my own
underwear from pre-cum leaking at a rate that I'm sure was dangerous. Now
forced to hide my obvious erect shame, I fled beneath the covers, scared
beyond all reason at the idea my brother may discover this temptation, this
obsession, this urge.
"... Umm... are you okay, weirdo?"
Is silence an appropriate answer? I don't think my voice can hide the
quiver of my body attempting to make itself climax.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine... Just c-cold, thanks."
"Okay... whatever, lights out." Ben dryly responded, snapping the lights,
and jumping into his bunk.
Sleep.... come on, sleep.... Fucking sleep, Armando. I tried my best to
will myself to pass out, to end the ball crushing torture in my loins, but
after what felt like hours (or 45 minutes, according to the clock), I was
nothing but a hard cock and an endless fantasy of the hot guy 4 feet below
me. Eventually, instinct took over...
I listened to the darkness for a minute, trying to determine if my brother
was asleep or not, but it was hard to hear over the fan (fucker, I said I
was cold.) The white noise should be enough to obscure any noises I
make... at least, I told myself as much. I lifted my butt up, and pulled my
still sticky boxer-briefs off, exposing my begging cock to the world.
I was now split between wanting to cum fast to go to bed, or to go slow and
enjoy the show still playing in my mind: Ben in his fire red briefs, his
bulge begging for attention, his hands running along his body, from the
nice wide and fuzzy chest that you could lay your head on and never wake
up, to his warm and equally fuzzy tummy, with its dark hairy road to that
inhibiting waistband. How I desperately wanted to just lick, suck, bite,
eat, love, cum, anything to get that body and mine as one. Picturing how he
would look as I tried to seduce him, how he'd laugh at me, joke about my
awkwardness, but spread his legs wider, inviting...
"Hey you little fuck, check out this monster!" Dream Ben said, grabbing his
still soft dick in their red prison. "Bet you wanna see it, don't you?
You're such a fag, but you totally wanna suck-"
*Squeak*
What was that? I heard something... That wasn't me, I hope...
But even after I stopped stroking, the minor squeaks continued,
rhythmically...
Then it dawned on me... Ben had to be jacking off. His beds springs
betrayed his actions.
I listened deeper, hoping beyond all hope to hear a mere moan, a sign, a
confirmation that my brother, the pussy chasing macho, still enjoyed the
comfort of his hand.
* Slap slap slap slap slap slap.*
There it is, the unmistakable sound of skin hitting skin.
My sexual vigor now renewed with the force of a thousand horny bulls, I
joined in. The image that my brother was stroking his cock, his red briefs
pushed down to his ankles, maybe using his right hand? I bet hes a left
hander, he would like the different feeling. Maybe he loves playing with
his balls, like me, or pinching his nipples, or simply resting his empty
hand against the back of his head. Maybe he used both hands, like churning
butter. At this point, anything was possible, and everything was really
fucking hot...
The ideas came and went, fast as my fantasy could take me.
Part of me was curious, desperate even, to peek at the divine scene below,
but I could not risk that. Could I?
"Uhh... mmmm.... fuck..." Bem whispered to himself, straining to keep his
voice low, but the quiver was unmistakable.
The springs and the slaps slowed down, his bed slightly reacting against
his orgasm, and I joined in, shooting all over my chest and stomach. I
shoved a bit of my pillow into my mouth to bite, forcing myself to not moan
or curse, avoiding any indication that I joined my brother (or worse yet,
got off to him...)
I covered myself as quickly and quietly as I could, but I kept my eyes
exposed, eager that Ben would have to clean whatever divine essence he
spilled onto that gorgeous body of his... It must be annoying to wipe the
body fuzz clean, but hey, I could always volunteer my tongue. No, stop
that, stop thinking like that, damn it.
And just like that, he stood up, a little slowly and quietly, trying not to
disturb the room. Ben took a step over to the laundry hamper, and there, I
caught a glimpse of heaven itself. Despite the darkness, his body seemed to
glow in the dark, or perhaps it was the moonlight peeking through the
windows, joining me as we observed that sexy beast.
Ben's ass, 2 perfect globes, a little paler than his back, the tan lines
framing that delicious bottom. A sparse set of hair dotted the canvas,
giving texture from the clean edges to the fuzzy center. A mans ass for
sure, thick enough to show strength, hairy enough to show masculinity, and
and I could feel myself salivate. But this taste didn't prepare me
for... How does one describe the difference from looking at a light bulb to
staring at the sun. And what a sun it was.
He turned around, lazily using an old shirt to wipe the cum off his chest
and stomach, and I followed his cleaning down, and was blessed. By all that
was holy, I could die happy.
Surrounded by a nice thick forest of dark hair, never having known the
touch of a razor, was Ben's manhood, his pride and joy, his cock. Even
after having released the nectar of the gods mere minutes ago, he was still
a little hard, leaving 6 lazy inches of pale, uncut meat, lowering itself
to rest atop of a equally hairy and thick set of balls, still tight to his
body after his climax. He peeled his foreskin back, revealing a thick
purple-pinkish head, a small pearl of white-clearish cum peeking out. He
cleaned it with a finger, and my eyes widen as he brought that lucky digit
to his lips, and gave it a light lick. I couldn't believe it, but even
worse, I couldn't taste it.
Returning his hands back down, he scratched himself. His cock, now
exhausted, has retreated to a still strong 4-ish inch soft limp, head
covered completely by a nice and relaxed sheath. Even like this, he still
had girth, as though his cock wanted to be a show off like him (no surprise
his actual dick would match his dickface attitude.) A small mix of thin and
thick veins webbed themselves through the delicious hunk of meat. And with
a yawn and a lazy toss of his used shirt back to the hamper, Ben returned
to bed. Some minor shuffling of blankets and limbs, and the show had ended.
I sat in silence for a few minutes, waiting for his next move, but all I
could hear now were snores. Ben had fallen asleep, and soon I joined him
there too, exhausted but happy knowing what we shared, and what I stole...
...
I woke up as early as I could, my alarm set to make sure I was up before
mother grabbed the laundry. Peeking to the bottom, I saw Ben was already
awake and gone. Good, no interruptions.
With a leap and a bound that would make the track team at my school proud,
I darted to the hamper. And there it was, a balled up old pop-punk concert
shirt, the now dry evidence of last night. I shoved my face deep into it,
trying to smell and absorb Ben through it. But to my disappointment, all I
could smell was the intoxicating scent of his deodorant and detergent, and
the ghost of a salty taste. Nothing sexually tangible, but still, small
victories. I tossed the shirt up on my bed, covered it with a blanket, and
started my day.
I went to the bathroom, but the door was close. Dammit Ben, I just wanted
to piss... I pressed my ear to the door, and to my delight, heard the
lowering of a zipper. Then the heavy sound of liquid hitting water. It
persisted for a little bit, Ben relieving himself, and I found myself
getting flustered. Images of him, standing tall, pissing loudly to audibly
mark his territory, his face showing the enjoyment of the release. Ben
sighed loudly, the jingle of his denim prison and leather binding
re-locking, and the flush of a toilet.
The door opened.
"Woah, fuck, Army!" Ben was startled, backing up a bit. "Back off, will
you? Perv..." He walked away.
"Maybe you should wash your hands, you animal." I retorted, a sneer
scrawled on my face.
"Maybe you should lick my piss hands clean if you give a fuck so much."
... Fuck, I would love to, you douche. Don't tempt me with... Oh my dear
lord, stop it. Control yourself, you stupid horny fucker.
Sadly we went our seperate ways, piss hands and tongue never meeting. I
walked into the living room, and mom was prepping some stuff for Ben.
"Armando, I'm gonna drop Ben off as the DMV to go take his test, so make
yourself some lunch. I'll be back later."
"Okay, y'all have fun. I'll stay here, bored.." And with a slam of a door,
they were gone. ... Things would change when my brother returns home,
pissed and yelling and cursing the high heavens.
"Fuck, they didn't check that right. I studied! I was going to pass that
shit! That teacher had it out for me!" my brother droned on and on,
ranting. From the sound of it, Ben failed his driving test.
Me, never losing a chance to snipe back, muttered " You know, studying
involves actually opening a book and reading, Ben..."
Ben didn't take to that well, like an angry bear being prodded. He stormed
up to me, and shoved me against the wall, his reddening face spitting
insults and threats at me.
I backed off, but not out of fear... This display of anger unlocked
something in me, some deep seated warmth in my chest and loins. I found
myself short of breath, overcome with inexplicable desire.
"Fuck off, Army." He pushed me again back into the wall, and it took all my
effort to suppress my emotions, which would most likely make this whole
thing worse. I just stared back at him, trying not to back down. But he
kept pushing, punctuating every curse with more pain."Just because you
wanna be a
smart... ass... dick... head... doesn't... fucking... mean... you can
run... your... fucking mouth."
With a newfound feral rage, Ben threw me to the ground, and stormed out,
leaving me confused and hard.
I wasn't sure if it was the alpha male posturing, or the intimidation, or
maybe just the basic physical touch, but something about Ben at that moment
just clicked with my mixed feelings.
Its then that I realized that I truly, desperately wanted my brother.
End of Chapter 2
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